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“Stupid vanity and a sense of false pride held me back from berry-picking as a child, nor did I ever stoop over to pick mushrooms.
I preferred the Gothic pine cones…
I would stroke the pine cones. They would bristle. They were attempting to persuade me to do something. In the tenderness of their shells, in their geometric giddiness, I sensed the rudiments of architecture whose demon has accompanied me all my life” (Harris 355).
I preferred the Gothic pine cones…
I would stroke the pine cones. They would bristle. They were attempting to persuade me to do something. In the tenderness of their shells, in their geometric giddiness, I sensed the rudiments of architecture whose demon has accompanied me all my life” (Harris 355).